The tavern swarmed with people as soon as Allen began his cooking. It wasn't just the soup that drew them in, but the delectable dishes Allen had whipped up. However, despite his newfound life as a cook, Allen's life was still uncertain.
Although he started to like cooking, he couldn't shake the feeling that it came at the cost of relinquishing his past.
He felt that his current actions would throw away his old self.
If he continued cooking, his sparring with his mother seemed pointless; his training with Theobauld and her amnis training with Thrustan were also pointless.
He would forget everything about his past as if he were trying to escape from his personal battles, not resolve them.
Despite his doubts, he kept cooking, finding and developing new recipes. He did it because he still had nothing to do.
And today
One month, 93 days have passed.
The month of fire ended, and we entered the month of soil.
